Mannequin: Thornberry

Twilight Zone (fanfiction) story finds a mall visitor engaging with what seems to be a whispering store-mannequin with a quite-odd language for things of Earth-realm shade (for the Ego).

A Twilight Zone fanfiction for your early-Summer Tuesday. Thanks so much for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media fanfiction offers no ties to the series/franchise of inspiration and all images/references used herein (therefore) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/interpretation).

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Mr. Amlan Satan was enjoying a regular life in a regular East Coast town, cheering for his regular and happy football team seeking a trophy-season ('24) repeat for his Selfie age of life commentary for nets, comments, shares, exchanges, securities, globalism-things, and personals. However, Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian American Homeland Catholic resident/fan/patriot, was about to see...the Twilight Zone (Facebook-like maybe).

SATAN: Well, this is a dashing film poster for this shopping complex buy, pal.

MERCHANT: It's a great story, about human endurance, past all the regular stuff!

SATAN: Good to be here in this shopping complex view on a Saturday noon, pal.

MERCHANT: You need to see that new Indian saree/suits store for consumerism.

SATAN: What's that?

MERCHANT: This film poster suggests you've got an eye for Earth...go visit.

SATAN: Something special (there)?

MERCHANT: A mannequin's there...and some say she speaks to shoppers.

SATAN: Something special (there)?

MERCHANT: You're a fine curious Earthling, Mr. Satan; go find out.

SATAN: Facebook-like (for the gods!).

INDIAN STORE OWNER: Nice opening weekend inside this shopping complex.

SATAN: You're offering customers special tiny plates of luchi-bread and shrimp?

OWNER: Just a Saturday thing for opening-weekend; and we've got a mannequin!

SATAN: So I hear, pal...I hear it's something to stand next to for some mindfulness.

OWNER: Won't you enjoy this store-opening snack-treat (gourmet!) pre-visit?

SATAN: I suppose I'd tell your 'very-special' mannequin about football/bread, ok.

OWNER: Best of fortunes to you, sir...and Happy Saturday (for ghosts/spirits).

SATAN: Right...sure (thanx, I guess).

MANNEQUIN: Greetings, Earth prince...Mr. Satan.

SATAN: Ha, 'Satan' is a Slovak-surname; there's an ice-hockey player of same.

MANNEQUIN: You can hear me talking to you, Satan?

SATAN: I was drawn here by advice, post-snack and shopping on this Saturday.

MANNEQUIN: I want you to rob a bank, Satan.

SATAN: What's that, lady whisperer?

MANNEQUIN: You believe you're hallucinating this message, Satan.

SATAN: Shouldn't I...I mean, this is all quite odd...a good joke (maybe!).

MANNEQUIN: Do the deed and return to me and I'll disclose my agenda.

SATAN: You've an agenda...from Mars (maybe).

MANNEQUIN: The Earth is full of wonders and unpredictability, so share it.

SATAN: Share the profundities of it (all), wow.

MANNEQUIN: What do you have to lose?

SATAN: Maybe my sanity...I suppose I should fly-away from here, escape!

Amlan didn't rob any banks that day. He remained, however, jilted somewhat by what he thought he believed that mall-mannequin advised him to do that Saturday (wow). Amlan Satan, a regular man, doing regular things, happened to have some brief, meaningful, tasty, and jarring glimpse of what can only be thought of as those lifestyle-mystery smokes...of the Twilight Zone.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)